ثَوَىhas lodged لَكَfor you فِيin قَلْبِيmy heart غَرَامُpassion مُبَرِّحٌtormenting
ثَوَى لَكَ فِي قَلْبِي غَرَامُ مُبَرِّحٌ
إِرَاقَتُهُits outpouring فِيinto حَبَّةِthe core of القَلْبِthe heart تَنْفُثُbreathes out
إِرَاقَتُهُ فِي حَبَّةِ القَلْبِ تَنْفُثُ
A tormenting passion for you has lodged in my heart;
its outpouring breathes into the heart's core.
ثَبَاتِيmy steadfastness عَلىin هَذَاthis الهَوَىpassion غَيْرُnot مُمْكِنٍpossible
ثَبَاتِي عَلى هَذَا الهَوَى غَيْرُ مُمْكِنٍ
وَمِثْلِىand one like me عَلىin مِثْلِthe like of الهَوَىpassion لَيْسَdoes not يَمْكُثُremain
وَمِثْلِى عَلى مِثْلِ الهَوَى لَيْسَ يَمْكُثُ
My steadfastness in this passion is impossible;
and one like me does not endure a passion such as this.
ثَمِلْتُI grew drunk وَلَمْand did not أَمْدُدْstretch out يَميِناًa right hand لِقَهْوَةٍfor wine
ثَمِلْتُ وَلَمْ أَمْدُدْ يَميِناً لِقَهْوَةٍ
وَلاَand no رَاحَwine إِلاَّonly الحُبُّlove بِالْقَلْبِwith the heart يَعْبَثُtoys
وَلاَ رَاحَ إِلاَّ الحُبُّ بِالْقَلْبِ يَعْبَثُ
I grew drunk without reaching out my right hand for wine;
and there was no wine—only love toying with the heart.
ثَنَيْتُI turned عَنَانَthe rein of الحًبِّlove نَحْوَكَtoward you والرِّضَىand contentment
ثَنَيْتُ عَنَانَ الحًبِّ نَحْوَكَ والرِّضَى
وَنَارُand the fire of الأَسَىsorrow بَيْنَbetween الضُّلُوعِthe ribs تُؤَرَّثُis stoked
وَنَارُ الأَسَى بَيْنَ الضُّلُوعِ تُؤَرَّثُ
I turned the reins of love and contentment toward you,
while the fire of sorrow is stoked between my ribs.
ثَوَابُthe reward of الهَوَىpassion لَوْif أَسْعَدَgranted happiness الحُبُّlove وَقْفَةٌa pause
ثَوَابُ الهَوَى لَوْ أَسْعَدَ الحُبُّ وَقْفَةٌ
يُحَدِّثُنِيhe speaks to me فِيin ظِلِّهَاits shade وَأْحَدِّثُand I speak
يُحَدِّثُنِي فِي ظِلِّهَا وَأْحَدِّثُ
Passion's reward, were love to favor me, would be a pause,
in whose shade he would speak to me, and I to him.
ثَرَائِيmy wealth وَجَاهِيand my rank فِيهِin it وَحْدٌsolitude وَأَدْمُعٌand tears
ثَرَائِي وَجَاهِي فِيهِ وَحْدٌ وَأَدْمُعٌ
فَقَلْبيَso my heart فِيin الحَالَيِنِboth states ضَاحٍexposed to the sun وَمُدْمِثُand tender
فَقَلْبيَ فِي الحَالَيِنِ ضَاحٍ وَمُدْمِثُ
My wealth and rank in it are solitude and tears;
so in both states my heart lies bare to the sun and tender.
ثَقِيلُheavy الأَسَىsorrow عِنْدِيto me خَفِيفٌlight لأَجْلِهِfor his sake
ثَقِيلُ الأَسَى عِنْدِي خَفِيفٌ لأَجْلِهِ
فَهَاso here أَنَاI فِيin وَجْدِيmy longing بِهِto him أَتَشَبَّثُI cling
فَهَا أَنَا فِي وَجْدِي بِهِ أَتَشَبَّثُ
Heavy sorrow is light to me for his sake;
so here I am, in my longing, clinging to him.
ثَلَمْتَyou broke فُؤَادِيmy heart بِالنَّوىَwith separation فَجَبَرْتُهُso I mended it
ثَلَمْتَ فُؤَادِي بِالنَّوىَ فَجَبَرْتُهُ
بِصبْرٍwith patience بِهِthrough it أَبْرَمْتُI twisted tight مَاwhat أَنْتَyou تَنْكُثُunravel
بِصبْرٍ بِهِ أَبْرَمْتُ مَا أَنْتَ تَنْكُثُ
You broke my heart with separation, so I mended it
with patience, by which I twisted tight what you unravel.
ثَكِلْتُmay I be bereft of فُؤَادِيmy heart إِنْif تَأَلَّمْتُI feel pain لِلأَسَىَat sorrow
ثَكِلْتُ فُؤَادِي إِنْ تَأَلَّمْتُ لِلأَسَىَ
عَلَىwith عِلْمِيmy knowledge أَنَّthat الحَوَادِثَmisfortunes تَحْدُثُoccur
عَلَى عِلْمِي أَنَّ الحَوَادِثَ تَحْدُثُ
May I be bereft of my heart if I am pained by sorrow,
knowing, as I do, that misfortunes occur.
ثَنَاؤُكَpraising you رَيْحَانِيmy sweet basil وَذِكْرُكَand remembering you رَاحَتِيmy repose
ثَنَاؤُكَ رَيْحَانِي وَذِكْرُكَ رَاحَتِي
وَحُبُّكَand loving you سُلْوَانِيmy solace إِلَىuntil يَوْمِthe day أَبْعَثُI am raised again
وَحُبُّكَ سُلْوَانِي إِلَى يَوْمِ أَبْعَثُ
Praising you is my sweet basil, and remembering you my repose;
and loving you is my solace until the day I am raised again.
Sol 6.1